AN/This takes place 2 years after the events of SF4. Also I am using the American names for all characters. This is just what I'm used to, as I'm American. So Claw is Vega, Boxer is Balrog, and Dictator is M. Bison. Also, I'm not going to waste time describing the real characters. Look them up on images.. I don't own Street Fighter. Capcom does.
The claw caught him on the shoulder, ripping through the skin leaving three shallow but long cuts down the boy's arm. The blood trickled off his left arm as he flipped backwards to evade his foe. His foot caught the chin of his opponent's masked face. He completed his flip and ducked as three claws slashed at his head. He swept his leg out at his enemy's legs.
His enemy jumped away, kicking the boy in the side of the boy's masked head as he leapt away with a yell. The boy staggered back, and saw his foe jumping off the far wall straight at the boy, claw outstretched. The boy was too dazed to avoid the claws and was slashed across the abdomen as his foe landed in front of him. The foe kicked the boy hard in the chest with spinning back kick. The boy fell flat on his back and blacked out.
When the boy woke he saw his enemy above him, offering his hand to help the boy up. The boy smiled and took it with his left hand. His right hand three steel claws protruding from his fighting glove.
"You win again, master." the boy said in castilian spanish as he rose.
"I have had many years with these claws, Selene, you have not." The man said, tossing a towel at his pupil. Selene caught it and used it to wipe the blood off his shoulder and chest. He then removed his mask and clipped it to his belt.
He was in a an old restaurant that his master, Vega, used to fight in back in the second World Warrior Tournament. He now used it as a training ground for his new apprentice. It had been almost four months, and Selene had never won a single bout. In fact, this was the first time that Selene had scored a touch on his master.
His master only acknowledged this by running to the nearest mirror and removing his mask to make sure his face was not marked. Seeing that his mask had protected his chin from bruise, he smiled and cleaned the blood off his claws.
"Selene, you have to be faster to catch the other fighters." Vega said, walking back from the mirror. He was referring to the combatants in the upcoming 6th World Warrior tournament. He knew that many past World Warrior combatants had trained pupils. He had met and fought Balrog's own pupil. The American girl had knocked him out cold in about three hits. He was looking forward to their next fight in the tournament. He also was looking forward to fighting the apprentice of the winner of the first World Warrior tournament, Sakura. He also knew that Ibuki, the apprentice of Geki would be a possible opponent.
He thought back to before he was Vega's pupil. Living in Iran on the streets of Tehran. He had been attacked by another homeless man over living space. He had almost killed Selene when the boy had found a smashed glass bottle. He put the biggest and sharpest bits of glass between his fingers and had stabbed the man in the belly. The man had ran after that.
Vega had just happened to be walking by on a layover to fight Dhalsim and had seen the fight. He had offered the boy to come with him. The boy, with nothing to lose, accepted. The then scrawny boy had grown muscled and scarred from the many, many bouts with his master. He had attended a Madrid school so he could learn how to read and write and to speak Spanish and English. Most World Warrior combatants don't speak Farsi.
"Well, if it ain't pretty boy and his runt." A deep voice startled him out of his thoughts. He jumped to his feet, and whirled about to see Balrog standing there. His pupil, Lio standing at his side, smirking. Lio was a tall, pale sixteen year old. She was covered in huge muscles. She was only up to Balrog's chin, but she was a full head taller than Selene, who was only 14 and actually pretty short.
His fists clenched as he thought of attacking the girl right then and there. But Vega walked to Selene's side and told him in Spanish.
"Not yet." Then turned to Balrog and said in accented English. "What do you want?"
"Lio wants to beat your little runt, again."
"I accept!" Selene shouted instantly, already assuming a ready stance. His body was tired from his bout from his master, but the anger and humiliation he felt towards Lio made him forget that he was exhausted and bloodied. He could only think of destroying the person who made him feel like this.
Vega looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better and jumped up to the rafters while Balrog walked to the other side of the restaurant where he leaned against the wall. Lio left her place in the doorway and stood ten feet before Selene. She bared her teeth in a smile and readied herself.